Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.